" You, aren't you the one with boss's bike, now you're driving his girl to a steakhouse. " The unarmed boy accosted stopping his comrade from rushing forward.
Kalen snorted coldly, his hands gripping tightly to the hilt of his pocket knife, " Tell your boss to steer clear from my path, " he said.
" I don't what his problem, alright, and I ain't sure he's gonna want mine. " The boy stopped his advance smirking intimidatingly, " You're a brave one yes, however all the brave ones end in with their honor. " The boy said tilting his head to the left.
His escort rushed at Kalen who gentle shifted Lucia, out of the fighting range and got into a stance. The boy swong his bat as he got into Kalen's range.
Swiftly pulling his upper body backwards, Kalen lunged with an attack of his own. His fist traveling like a speeding bullet. Honed by years of training. Fueled by grim furry.
His attack his the boy's jaw. Causing the guy to feel the world like an amusement park's roller coaster. Kalen however, wasn't done. He kicked. A low swift attack one the knee and the boy lost balance.
Unable to control himself, the armed boy reeled backwards, gaining some distance. " Stupid punk can't even take down a newbie, kill this pig or your getting reformed. " the unarmed boy urged.
Fueled, the boy came again. Faster. More powerful. Kalen couldn't dodge and raised his arm to take the hit. ' Fuck it hurts, ' Kalen grimaced following the direction of the attack to dull the impact.
Yet it hurt like hell.
Kalen grabbed the bat with his right and spun. His left elbow flew outstretched. An impact which dulled the boy's senses. Kalen then flanked the bat out of the boy's grip and cast it aside.
Grabbing the boy by the collar, Kalen attempted to deliver a balled fist. However a sharp sting caused him to let go. He gazed at the blood which cascaded from his triceps and his rage exploded.
' You want a sword fight, I will give you one '
From his pockets, Kalen retrieved his signature weapons. The pocket knife and brass knuckles. Confidently Kalen bridged the gap with a martial dash, his brassed fist lunched in a jab.
The boy took the impact, this time he wasn't given room. He wasn't allowed to recover. Slices adorned his skin as the pocket knife danced across it.
Simultaneously he was also losing the felling of nerves on his face as it was mercilessly pummeled. Kalen's hands moved like a blur. Like an experienced artist creating art.
Moments passed and the boy's face was soon painted crimson. Kalen watched as he staggered lifelessly, hanging only by a thread to consciousness.
To ease the poor devils suffering, Kalen gave him a powerful back kick which lifted him of the ground and shot him towards his comrade.
The boy dropped with a painful thud, laying to rise no time soon.
* Clap *
Claps echoed through the parking lot as the unarmed boy drew closer and closer. Lucia ran to Kalen's side and held him by the arm, " Let's get out of here, please. " She whispered.
Yet Kalen didn't bulge, his eyes were firmly locked onto the boy's.
Noticing Lucia trying to influence their departure, the boy walked closer still. Till he was stand a few centimeters away. Then, Slap, Lucia fell out of Kalen's arm and the boy proceeded to grab Kalen by the shoulder.
The slap was so powerful, Lucia lay motionlessly on the concrete ground, blood tickling down her nose.
Kale however didn't flinch, the grip had already enlightened him that this person was an enhanced.
An icy sensation slowly spread through his shoulder, creating a thin icy sheet as it went. Inside him, the muscle of his right shoulder contrapted. Blood vessels frozen to a stop and his bone becoming cold and brittle.
The icy boy stared at Kalen's defiant gaze. He refused to yield. He refused to show pain.
" Well done kiddo, you've just… " The boy paused with a grunt, blood seeped down his abdomen. A knife was deeply lodged into his abdomen and soon it started moving up until his heart.
It stopped, then came out, then went into his chest again. Continually. Moments, seconds, minutes.
He stood motionlessly for some time, before collapsing to the cold embrace of death. A puddle formed, a crimson puddle that brought along the stench of iron and a forgotten dream.
Not caring about the distant screams of watching witnesses. Kalen picked up Lucia and with a straight emotionless face got to his bike and drove off. Leaving the dawn of sirens.
Moments later, he stared back at his reflection. Stark naked. The smell of iron was eminent, his clothes soaked in a tub reeked of them.
Nevertheless the smell affected him not. His mind existed, devoid of thoughts. His heart plain and hollow. Subconsciously he walked under the shower, his eyes bulging open.
He let the cold water soothe his skin and run as if it would wash his sins.
Literal hours passed and he just stood there, empty, traumatized and unaware that he had drained the male hostel's water supply twice.
More time pass and he slowly regained himself; he fell to his but and sat on the toilet's floor with his head against the wall.
' I killed him, I stabbed and killed him, b… b…but he tired to do the same to me. Calm down Kalen, Obiora calm down and think.'
Looking at his hands, they trembled like they weren't going to stop. His vision wavered and he saw blood drip down his drenched palms. He shook his head and the blood was gone.
He clenched his fist tightly and rose to the mirror again. This time his face and chest had blood splattered on it. " Argh!!! " He yelled punching the mirror twice and dropped to his knees in a sorrowful sob.
" God!!! Why is my life so hard. " He cried curling up to a ball and crying silently.
Crying for quite a while, he stood abruptly rising to his feet and washing his face. Then a dull sensation hit him. His head ached fervently causing him extreme dizziness.
Nevertheless he didn't show it, not even to himself.
Wearing some boxers and light trousers he exited the bathroom and walked over to the bed. Lucia lay calmly still, sleeping though, peacefully and undisturbed.
He managed a sad smile and sat on the desk near the bed and slept of due to tiredness.
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Saturday, 13th September 2072, 01:02am
Droveil,
Nighthaven,
Central Nighthaven, Salem District,
Nice Delight Steakhouse.
The steps of leather soles tapping above stone echoed through the stale morning. The air reeked of concrete and blood, boosting the already unproductive morning.
Lights bled from active sirens and the atmosphere was relatively quiet, except form the constant chatting of those on the scene.
Police officials, paramedics and those from the clean up service loitered about with no real aim whatsoever.
Moreover, this changed when two figures in black emerged from a streamline SUV. One that just pulled up.
One was dressed in the darkest of trench coats, the smoke from a cigarette obscuring his face. The other was dressed in a more casual wear, a black hat, black leather hoody and black demin jeans.
Abreast, they walked across the empty road and arrived at the lively scene before them. A police officer, one of a commanding rank walked up to them.
" Detective Jacques, reporting for duty. Office Sedgwick what do we have on file, please let's make this professional. " The man in the trench coat said.
The officer groaned lightly, then replied. " You should see the body first." He then lead both of them to an area which had been tapped off.
Signaling to a young paramedic, the white fabric used to cover the object being sealed off was removed.
Detective Jacques smirked and turned to his partner, " It seems our work here is done, Acquaintance Jason. " His voice fading into the dark morning.